This is a song about "Loving monica"

Cause you loving the way my ollie got pop

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

The all loving immaculate master of all,

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Rest in peace in my loving memory

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

We sat together, talking bout love, straight loving in that love seat

A girl like her, makes a sweet, loving wife.

Lets appreciate all the beauty in this life